Dave awoke, but didn’t open his eyes. You’re not awake until you open your eyes, he told himself. Just go back to sleep. He couldn’t, though. His consciousness was returning to him, and he took his place in the world again begrudgingly.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a man standing over his bed. Dave’s eyes bulged as the man leaned down. A hooded jersey shadowed his features, but Dave could still see the man place a single finger in front of his lips, gesturing him to be quiet. Dave tried to call out for someone.
Nothing emerged, though; his throat was dry, and it felt as if his airway was blocked.
“Dad!” he managed, and the apparition vanished. Dave breathed a sigh of relief. His father opened the door to his room and came in.
“You finally woke up! It’s nearly tea time!” He grinned, and Dave looked over to his clock. It said that the time was eleven thirty.
“Nearly,” Dave said. “Not quite.”
“True. When you’re up, can you go for a walk to the shop and get us some milk? Me and your mum need it for something we’re making.”
“Sure. You got some money for me?”
The man laughed, and pulled a wallet from the pocket of his jeans. He retrieved a twenty from amongst the TAB tickets the littered it, and gave it to him. “Buy yourself something. I won a hundred bucks off a race. Don’t tell your mum.”
“She knows.”
“She does?”
“She always knows.”
“Ah. She does, too.” The two of them shared a laugh, and then the man left the room.
After Dave had showered and dressed, he left the house and began his walk to the dairy. It was just three blocks away, but he walked slowly, taking in the scenery around him. Listening for footsteps.
He didn’t see anyone, although he had expected to. The streets seemed to be devoid of all life. Not even a single car ventured past him.
Dave kicked at a stone, following it along the footpath as he did, trying to ward off boredom. When he came to the crossing, he looked up and froze.
Sitting on the bench beside the dairy was the man that had been in his room earlier. Dave wondered how people couldn’t remember the man’s face; it had been splashed across the front cover of the newspaper after all. He shuddered as he remembered the dark room where he had sat, alone, for nearly two days. Looking down to his wrists, it felt as though the ropes that had bound him still chafed, but six months had passed, and the man was still yet to be found.
Now, out of the blue, there he was. Casually sitting on the bench, reading a newspaper. How the Hell can he come back here? Dave thought. The police could come round and see him any second!
Dave began to shake again as he remembered the man’s threat. If you try to get away, I’ll come back for you. You and your family. I’ll do them first, and you can watch. He had laughed then, a harsh, wheezing sound.
And now he’s back, Dave thought, to finish what he started. He took a gasping breath.
At the sound of it, the man looked up. He folded his newspaper, put it down in his lap, and beckoned for Dave with one finger.
Dave walked backwards for a few steps until he stumbled, then turned around and sprinted back towards his house. He threw a glance backwards to see if the man was following, but he didn’t move from his place. The newspaper was open again, but Dave knew that he was watching him from over it, and didn’t slow down.
Dave burst through the door to the house and ran to his room, collapsing on the bed. His breathing slowed down as time passed, and when his father came into the room, it was almost back to normal.
He sat down on the other end of the bed and stared at Dave. “Are you all right?”
Dave nearly laughed. I’m the opposite of all right, he thought. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m all right. Why?”
“Kind of obvious that something’s wrong when I send you to go get milk and you come back without it. The bigger hint was that I said you could get something for yourself with my money, and you didn’t do it.” The man smirked.
“Nah, I’m all right. I’ve just got a really bad headache. I thought I was gonna be sick, so I ran back.”
“Feel any better now?” He put a hand to Dave’s forehead.
“Not too bad. I don’t think I’ll be sick, at least.”
“Doesn’t feel too bad. You just stay here. I’ll go get you some Panadol.“
When he came back with two pills and a glass of water, Dave took them. “Thanks,” he said after he had swallowed them.
“No problem. I’ll drive down to the shop now and get the milk. You just stay in bed and rest.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dad.” Dave smiled at him and the man returned it, then left the room.
Dave lay his head down on his pillow and closed his eyes, but he couldn’t sleep. Every time he looked at the clock another half hour had passed. Eventually, he gave up and read a book until his mother called him for dinner.
When he came out of his room, his mother was just putting the plate on the table. “Evening, sleepyhead,” she said. She looked at his hair and rolled her eyes. “Would you do something about that?”
He put a hand to his hair and smiled at the messiness of it. His mother’s smile lifted his spirits, as it always did.
The three of them sat down and for a few seconds Dave breathed in the sweet aroma of the steaming meal. Then he began to eat. The news was on in the background, and as usual, his parents mocked the people from the stories. Dave contributed when they spoke to him, but otherwise he listened. He didn’t want to break the mood, and listening to their jokes never failed to make him feel better.
The meal seemed to be over in the blink of an eye to Dave. Before he even noticed the passing time, it was time for bed. Dave repeated the routine check of his room and found nothing. He wasn’t fooled, though. Vigilance was the key.
He took an old jersey from his bottom drawer and laid it on the floor. “Cindy,” he called. Come here. Come on, girl.” Dave listened to the steady trot of the dog’s footsteps as they come down the hallway and into his room. He bent down to pat her. “Good girl,” he whispered. The dog’s tail wagged and she settled down on the jersey.
Dave smiled at her and stood. He turned the lamp on, letting it bathe the room in its pale glow. After turning the light out, he got into his bed once more, picking up a book from beside his bed. The clock showed the time as eleven thirty, but Dave didn’t stop reading. He was enraptured by the fantasy world he was reading of, so much so that he almost didn’t notice the creaking noises.
They began at one thirty, but Dave closed his eyes against them. He managed to avoid letting the noise seep from his ears to his mind for nearly five minutes, but in the end they caught his thoughts. Laying the book down, the image of the man who made the noises flashed into Dave’s mind. The figure was a constant, even after so long.
He wore tight jeans and a hooded jersey that obscured his features. The sleeves crept down his wrists, but didn’t conceal the rings on his fingers. The creaks were noisy because of his heavy boots. And he was stamping down hard, making enough noise that Dave was sure his family would wake. There was no noise coming from their room apart from the occasional movement from the bed.
Always right outside Dave’s window, so he could peek through any tiny gap in the curtains, into Dave’s eyes. Not that Dave would see anything more than a hint of his face, but he would know. Dave has seen his face once, soon after the man had taken him. His hood had fallen back, and Dave had seen his terrible, skeletal features.
Cindy’ll protect me, he thought, and looked over to her. Indeed, her teeth were bared in a silent growl, but only because she was asleep. She was still, and Dave could almost imagine that she was –
Dead? How? Dave thought. He shook his head, and the thoughts scattered. The man’s raspy voice drifted into his head. “Want me to go away?” it whispered. “Maybe I’ll take your parents. Just say the word.”
“Go away,” he said, and a chuckle sounded in his ears. “Go away!” His father groaned, and Dave realised that he had almost yelled the words.
What if he gets up to see what’s making the noise? Dave shuddered, terrified at the thought, but then one that was worse drifted into his mind. You know that he can’t hear him. You know. Dave stopped thinking.
He realised that the creaking was louder than usual, and he froze, thinking back. Had his mother opened the window at some point during the day? Dave moaned. When he strained his ears to listen, he could hear everything, and he knew the answer to his question. The window was open, and the man was outside.
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If I have time, I'll crit your second part.
I just edited most of the stuff you guys said. There might have bee a couple of things I've left out, but there shouldn't be too many. >.<